Title I Wish (To The Homies That We Lost) [remix Artist R. Kelly Album Tp-2.Com [2000 Yo, what up, my ni**a? You know, I was in the hood I just thought I＇d stop by and holler at you for a minute Pour out a little liquor or somethin＇ Ni**a, we done been through a lot of sh*t together From runnin＇ these streets to bein＇ down for whatever And now that you＇re gone I got a whole lot of sh*t to tell ya Things I should＇ve said way back when we was younger Remember when we used to roll hand in hand? And now I＇m trippin＇ on how I really miss you, man And remember when you and me would say We＇d get up out this hood and everything would be okay It＇s all good now My ni**a, we out the hood now We had the same ideas, but not the same careers We shared the same old laugh, but not the same tears You were my homie, my stoney, my Rollie My ni**a and never placed no b**ch befo＇ me Man, I swear to God I love for that sh*t Why＇d you have to get hit? Where was I? What time was it? You were supposed to get older with me On stage, hands on shoulders with me Coppin＇ ＇em Range Rovers with me Sittin＇ on thangs and smokin＇ trees And if it wasn＇t for the will that God had made I＇d turn back the hands of time and take your place Sittin＇ here sippin＇ on this Hennessey Just thinkin＇ about what you meant to me, my ni**a Even though you＇re gone, you will always be my ni**a Though you made it home, I＇m still missin＇ you, my ni**a I＇m feelin＇ like the timing was wrong, my ni**a I know you＇re smilin＇ down sayin＇, ＂Carry on, my *＂ Sometimes my nights can get long, my ni**a Sometimes I feel God did me wrong, my ni**a So I had to write a song, my ni**a Just to let you know that you＇re still my ni**a I wish, I wish, I wish I wish, I wish, I wish Your little son is lookin＇ at me like, ＂Where＇s my daddy?＂ And your thirteen-year old daughter is mad ＇cuz she understands Promised your mama I＇d take care of the family But she＇s so hurt, she turns away my helpin＇ hands Damn, I wish your a** was here, my ni**a To grow that gray beard and smoke that cigar, my ni**a And we would talk about you gettin＇ up out this game And you would tell me how it keeps callin＇ your name We used to ride, ride, ride Never afraid to die, die, die But some times we＇d cry, cry, cry Askin＇ the Lord, why, why, why They＇re tearin＇ down these projects We were homies for like twenty thug years Sat in church and cried the same thug tears You remember when Vibe World Premier How we used to share the same old gear And remember when you and me would say We＇d get up out this hood and everything would be okay It＇s all good now My ni**a, we out the hood now It＇s so easy for folks to say, ＂Rob, just live on＂ When I＇m dyin＇ every second that you＇re gone Nevertheless, I try my best to be strong Hopin＇ you said your prayers before you went on home We done stood on these blocks and just shot the breeze We＇d slap-box dead in the middle of streets And if a fight broke out, you would take up for me Now all I have left are these ghetto memories I wish, I wish, I wish I wish, I wish, I wish Uh, uh, yo＇ dog, I can＇t explain how I miss you We stayed together, coppin＇ cane, poppin＇ pistols I miss you most, puttin＇ the doo-rag over your bean head Even out the hood on the scene you brag Comin＇ up off the fiends wit bags, runnin＇ up out the cleanest Jag You was the closest ni**a I had Look how we stayed aces hustled, made big faces I wish we could trade places F**k givin＇ you ice I＇d rather give you life And the things that I had, I＇d give you twice What the deal, my ni**a? I know you holdin＇ it down If you could see me you would say, I＇m talkin＇ soft right now But it＇s hard for me to say when I＇ma see you again And I know it＇s f**ked up, I gotta talk through this pen But you＇d died for the love of the dough The love of the block sixteen you was runnin＇ the spot Boy, your mama used to hate how we stood on the curb Hangin＇ with wild thug *s smokin＇ the herb I＇m gonna keep pourin＇ this liquor and that＇s my word 404

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